A.N./ I wrote this a few months back, and never got around to posting it. I've been wanting to do an Avengers fic for a long time, and this is the precedent to a lot of Avengers writing. I like writing about Loki, btw. He's a lot like me, so it's easier. Anyway.
I know my worth, if no one else does.
I know what I can do. I have tested myself enough, surely. I have confidence in my power. I know that no one else has an inkling of how deeply it runs in my veins. I know I would make a far better king than my brother ever would. I am cunning, resourceful, witty, diplomatic—with just enough intimidation thrown in to be a powerful leader.
But I am the night to my brother's day; and while every movement of the day is watched, the night is almost always passed in slumber.
I am the prince that everyone saw but no one noticed, the son that the parents loved but never celebrated. And I hate them for it. I hate them all.
Do you not see, All-Father? Do you not see, Thunderer? What have your comforting words produced? We love you. You are our son. Why must you lie when the truth is so glaringly obvious?
I am not your son. I never was your son.
All the lies, all the arrogance, all the neglect. Why even take me in? The very diplomacy of it has dissolved into the air. There is no point, no point in it at all. Save your pride and accept my leaving. It's better that way.
I know my worth, All-Father; Thunderer. I know it, even if you do not.
I know my worth, and soon enough you will know it too.
Ready yourself, All-Father. Ready yourself, Thunderer. The baby brother, the son in the shadows, is about to become your bane and your fear.
Ready yourselves, for Loki Laufeyson is one who knows his power.
Loki Laufeyson is one who knows his worth.
I'm not very good with this sort of oneshot (no dialogue, little description, mostly thoughts etc.), so please review and give critiques and make my day.